Ugh, Black People Are the Worst
Be better, black people! Gosh!
The Snarkmistress General, Betty Cracker of Rumproast and Balloon Juice flags some epic concern trolling about how we Negroes just don’t know a good leader when we see one, and goddammit, what’s wrong with us:
Thers at Whiskey Fire introduces readers to a typing cream cheese sculpture over at Townhall: Columnist Katie Kieffer (a name which is surely the “Shaniqua Washington” of my tribe) presents three “brilliant black leaders” who are a credit to their race and hopes that “the black community starts listening to brilliant black leaders who can and will help them succeed.”
The snark is strong with Whiskey Fire‘s Thers, as well:
Are you a black person? Have you ever considered becoming a black person? Here is some great advice about how to be a good black person!
So of course I click through for some good ol’ fashioned whitesplanation and concern trolling from Katie Somethingorother at Town Hall:
I’m surfing between the major news networks on a recent evening and I catch FOX News Channel’s Sean Hannity in the middle of an amazing interview with a guest named Harry Alford, the CEO and co-founder of the Black Chamber of Commerce.
My jaw drops as Alford essentially calls Obama an anti-business tyrant who is hurting the African American community; he says he voted for Obama in 2008 but now has buyer’s remorse.
I get to thinking: Given the choice between Alford and Obama, why do many blacks still choose Obama? Why does Obama have an 88 percent approval rating among African Americans while his overall approval sits at 47 percent? After all, what has Obama done to help African Americans? [Free phones, for starters. -ed]
I am concerned and puzzled because the black community seems to be ignoring the wisdom of successful black leaders in business, medicine and journalism. [Not like that ne'er-do-well leader of the free world Barack Obummer guy, mirite?! -ed.]
Ugh, Black people. We’re the worst. Nonetheless, you’ll have to excuse me if I don’t take advice on how to be a better black person from a pretty blonde thing descended from a race of people responsible for Jell-O salad and green bean casserole.